I saw a man leaning on the bar that I though I once knew, from the time I was studying at the Mages guild. In the end it turned out that I was right, and in a sense, I wasn't.
He turned to look at me as I walked to the bar. "Vorkul, I haven't seen you for a long time", he said.
"It's been years", I replied.
He turned back to his drink, stirring it slowly, deep in though.
"So what have you been doing", I asked, and regretted it the moment I said those words.
"They said, I went too far", the man said, in a husky voice. "They said I wouldn't be able to make it".
"They?" I asked.
"Those bloody mages."
"And they were right", he continued, turning to look at me, his blazing eyes deep in shadows inside his hood. "I went further than they though it could've been possible". "I went through all the barriers, through the beginning". "I went into the primal, the source."
"And I came back changed." He continued, the husky voice turning into a whisper.
"Changed."
"But I become no beast, no monster." He said. "Even though they tried to make me one."
He grasped my wrist, with his fingers that felt like burning with the force, strong as a thousand suns, but cold, so cold. "I went into the source, you see. Right back to the source."
"And for some strangest way I became the vessel", he said, while looking at me with those terrible eyes, in them madness one could not understand, and in that madness the faintest presence of chaos. "I am no longer what I was... I am more, so much more."
"I became the source, tap into me Vorkul.", he said, his voice turning from whisper to almost nothing. "Drain me, for I have become the well. Drain, and you can taste the most primal power."
I fled.
And I have been fleeing ever since. It has been decades. Or maybe centuries. But I can still feel that power, free in this world where it no longer belongs.